Clara and Robert Weston-Creuset were greeted back on the house lawn with a showy display of police, ambulances, and firemen, all appearing extremely busy, and there wasn’t anybody familiar around. Mrs Weston held on to her husband’s arm.

‘Where is everybody? And what’s that stink?’ she asked.

‘Look at those two wrecked cars,’ he said. ‘I’m sure one is David’s.’

A mosso approached them and told them something they didn’t quite register.

‘Where is our family?’ Mrs Weston asked. The policeman directed them to the front door. Avoiding the abundant debris littering the ground, they hurried into the entrance hall. To their relief, they found Gran and Reece sitting there with gloomy expressions. Gran Weston had a bandaged foot resting...

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